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for context, it's wednesday and they're in 10th grade english
also, clay and george are (turning) 16 while nick is 15

george's writing
clay's writing
*** = time skip (15 minutes)
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Clay was bored. Everyone was.

Mrs Steele was just ranting on and on and on about the same thing for what felt like the millionth time that week. He would have gladly skipped the class as he knew it would be the same, but he wanted at least decent grades.

On Clay's left was Nick, a short, brown-haired boy who never seemed to take off his cap. He got it confiscated once, but he had just grabbed another one out of his bag. Clay and Nick had been friends since fifth grade, and considered each other like brothers. He was currently slouching in his seat, hands under the desk hiding his phone as he texted his "best friend" Karl, smiling and giggling quietly every so often.

On Clay's right was George. Still short — though taller than Nick by, like, four inches — with dark brown hair and brown eyes. They had met in seventh grade, when they found out they had every class together. The duo would always rely on each other if one forgot their timetable, and eventually they started hanging out. And neither of them would admit it, but they liked each other.

It was painstakingly obvious, and both of them knew, but they never could seem to tell each other. There was one time when all of Clay's friends were trying to pressure him into asking George out. George had noticed and taken Clay somewhere more private to tell him, "you don't have to ask now. I don't want you to feel pressured to do something you're not ready for." That day Clay had promised he would wait until he was ready.

In the present, however, George was scribbling little drawings all over his empty page, his head rested on his arm. Clay looked over and saw stars, smiley-faces, a random watermelon, lots of eyes, and words (mostly 'hello') in a variety of different fonts. George's gaze shifted up to Clay, not lifting his head, dark eyes piercing through his own hazel-green ones. Clay mouthed the word, "what," his eyebrows pinching together slightly in confusion. George grinned and flipped through his notebook, ripping out a sheet of empty paper as silently as he could.

He scribbled something on the paper and sneakily handed it to Clay so Mrs Steele wouldn't notice. Clay smiled gently, shaking his head as he read what was written in deep blue ink.

Clay

His handwriting was so neat, displayed with such delicacy as if it was from a printer. Clay grabbed out the first pen he felt inside his pencil case — a green one. Clay's handwriting was messy, as he liked to write quickly with no mercy. He jotted something down before handing it back to George.

yes george? xx

When he received the paper once again, he found that his 'xx' was scribbled out.

I need a pen, mine's running out

Clay rolled his eyes. The pen was obviously not running out. He decided to play with George.

looks fine to me >:)

Clay please

do something 4 me first

what

Clay drew out a tic-tac-toe board, with 'play? ♡' written next to it. When the paper came back, his heart had been scribbled out, the word 'fine' underneath, and a small 'X' in the top-left corner of his board. It was back and forth, 'X' and 'O,' until George had won.